Death of Seasons

When the hay’s rolled up on the hill
and the sun is setting in my window sill
Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on.
When the flakes claim ground and the land goes still
and the hearth stones groan as they’re warmed until
Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on.
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on!
When the man up north makes his final kill
and the waterfall once again does spill
Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on.
When the fern’s grown tall by the sun’s warm will
and my bones are yearning for the sea’s cold chill
Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on.
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on‚ to the bridge!
Always ready for what comes next
Always living life out of context
Always hoping that change will bring the best
But when the changes come my heart is vexed
A motif made over time and time again
Repeat ad nauseam 'til the four horsemen
Hallelujah, I know it’s time to move on.
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on!
It’s time to move on!